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The field was quiet.
Not Gotham quiet—the tense, waiting kind—but actually quiet. No sirens. No shouting. Just wind brushing through tall grass and the distant hum of the city far away, like it was minding its own business for once.
Noah stood in the middle of it, hands on his hips, breathing slowly.
He had walked for nearly an hour to get here. Past abandoned roads, half-broken fences, places no one bothered to care about. He wanted space. No witnesses. No cameras. Just him and whatever it was he could do.
"Alright," he said to himself. "Round two."
He bent down and picked up an empty soda can from the ground. Crushed already, stepped on by who-knows-who, but still solid enough to test something on. He set it on a flat rock a few steps away and backed up.
This time, he wasn't panicking. No guns. No adrenaline screaming at him to survive.
Just focus.
He held out his hand, palm facing the can. The faint symbol on his skin warmed slightly, like it was waking up.
Okay, he thought. Don't imagine it exploding. Don't imagine something impossible.
He closed his eyes for half a second.
Fold. Like it's being squeezed.
He opened his eyes.
The can didn't move at first.
Then it bent inward with a sharp metallic crunch.
Noah sucked in a breath as the aluminum collapsed on itself, folding neatly like it had been pressed by an invisible hand. It dropped off the rock and hit the ground with a dull clatter.
For a second, Noah just stared.
Then—
"Yes!" he hissed, clenching his fist. "Okay—okay, that worked!"
He walked over and picked it up. The folds were clean, deliberate. Not random damage. Pressure had been applied exactly where it needed to be.
"That's… controlled," he muttered. "That's actually controlled."
His chest felt light. Warm. For the first time since arriving in this world, excitement beat out fear.
He tossed the can aside and grabbed another one from his bag—he'd brought a few, just in case. This one he set upright in the dirt.
"Again," he said.
This time he didn't close his eyes.
He stared straight at it, narrowed his focus, and pushed—not physically, but mentally. Like leaning into a door that didn't exist.
The can crumpled faster this time. Harder. It flattened almost completely, the metal screaming before going silent.
Noah laughed, breathless. "Holy shit."
He staggered back a step, hands on his knees, laughing like a madman.
"I'm actually doing this," he said between breaths. "I'm not imagining it."
He straightened and wiped sweat from his forehead. He hadn't noticed how warm he'd gotten.
Okay, he thought. Let's not get cocky.
He remembered the warning from the system. Overextension. Headaches. Limits.
So he slowed down.
Instead of crushing, he tried bending—just enough to dent the can.
It worked.
Then he tried folding it in a specific direction.
It took longer. His head throbbed faintly, like pressure building behind his eyes, but after a few seconds the metal obeyed.
"Precision costs more," he said quietly. "Good to know."
He spent the next hour experimenting.
Light pressure. Heavy pressure. Short bursts. Sustained focus. Each attempt taught him something new. His power wasn't brute force—it was guidance. He wasn't smashing reality. He was persuading it.
When he tried to do too much at once, his vision blurred.
When he kept it simple, it felt almost natural.
At one point, he tried lifting a can into the air again.
Nothing happened.
"…Still no telekinesis," he sighed.
[Correct.]
He startled slightly. "Man, warn me before you do that."
[Noted.]
Noah snorted. "You don't mean that."
He sat down in the grass, letting his breathing slow.
So what am I actually doing? he asked internally. Am I applying force, or changing the outcome so the can ends up crushed?
There was a pause, longer than usual.
[Both.][You reduce resistance within localized reality parameters, allowing applied intent to manifest.]
"…That clears nothing up."
[Your understanding will improve with practice.]
"Great," Noah muttered. "Guess I'm self-taught."
He stood again, rolling his shoulders.
"Alright. One more set."
This time, he decided to involve his body.
He jogged across the field, sprinting in short bursts, then stopped to use his power. Push. Crush. Bend. Run again. Over and over.
At first, it was rough. His legs burned. His lungs protested. Sweat soaked into his shirt.
But gradually, something clicked.
When his body was moving, his mind felt sharper. Like the energy had somewhere to go. His focus came easier. His control steadier.
"Okay," he panted, hands on his thighs. "So I'm not just… some brain in a jar."
He liked that.
He kept at it until his arms shook and his legs felt heavy. Until the headache behind his eyes returned, dull but insistent.
That's when he stopped.
No pushing through pain. Not here. Not alone.
He dropped into the grass, flat on his back, staring up at the sky. Clouds drifted lazily overhead, uncaring.
A laugh slipped out of him. Quiet. Real.
"Today was… actually good," he said softly.
No gunmen. No panic. No running for his life.
Just learning.
He sat up and looked at the field around him. Crushed cans scattered like evidence of progress. Small things, sure—but real.
"I have so much to learn," he said. "But at least I'm not useless."
He thought about Gotham. About Batman watching from the shadows. About Pamela's number folded in his pocket. About the fact that this was just one world.
Strong to stronger, the system had said.
He clenched his fist, feeling the faint warmth in his palm.
"Tomorrow," he murmured, "I try something harder."
The sun dipped lower, painting the sky orange and gold.
Noah packed up what little he had and started the walk back.
Tired. Sore. Smiling.
For the first time since everything changed, he felt like he was moving forward—not stumbling, not surviving by luck alone.
Actually moving forward.
And that felt… amazing.
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